Living in North America, working from 9 to 5

Chapter 177 The terrible organization!

Andrews Air Force Base Command Center.

Brigadier General Burns picked up the radio: "Approved to shoot down, pay attention to the residential area below!"

"Thunderbird received!"

Inside the Gulfstream cockpit.

Little Guzman was at a loss, his whole body began to tremble slightly, and he was wondering whether he should go back to prison.

At this moment, the white man behind him said, "Boss, why don't you listen to them first and then make a long-term plan. As long as you are alive, the family may still be able to get you out. If they really shoot us down, then everything will be over."

Only then did Little Guzman come back to his senses and gradually calm down. He had just taken off not long ago, and it was impossible for him to fly out of American airspace. Even if he flew out of the airspace, there were aircraft carriers in the open sea...

In other words, as long as he was found hiding on this plane, there would be no possibility of escaping from America.

Taking a deep breath, Guzman Jr. murmured, "Respond to them and tell them that I agree to go back to Andrews Air Force Base with them."

After he finished speaking, the deflated little Guzman collapsed and almost fell down, but fortunately he was supported by the white man behind him.

Seeing that Guzman Jr. agreed, the pilot breathed a sigh of relief and quickly used the radio to contact the F-16: "F-16, this is Gulfstream N11AF, please guide me back, I will follow you back to Andrews Air Force Base."

No response from the radio...

"F-16, this is Gulfstream N11AF, please guide me back to the base, I will follow you back to Andrews Air Force Base."

The Gulfstream pilot repeated it again.

Still no reply.

"!!!" The pilot turned around and looked at Guzman Jr. with horror in his eyes, "They are not responding to us."

Little Guzman: “…”

The co-pilot said, "Why don't we contact the ground tower?"

"Okay!" The pilot switched the frequency band. "New York Tower, this is Gulfstream N11AF, requesting to return..."

No response.

There was a rustling sound coming from the radio.

"This is?"

"what!"

I called the New York tower again, but still no response.

The pilot quickly lowered the altitude and turned, trying to alert the F-16 fighter behind us that we had started to return.

Wingman Hummingbird: "The area below is no longer a residential area."

Thunderbird: "I will attack..."

Wingman Hummingbird: "Roger that!"

"Turn on the fire control radar, set AIM-9, target locked..."

The Gulfstream in front kept calling the F-16 behind on the radio, but received no response.

The Gulfstream pilot was shouting like crazy.

Finally, there was a response over the radio.

But the sound was intermittent, as if it was disturbed by something.

"Guanliu...you...what...I...can't see you..."

Little Guzman: “!!!”

Thunderbird: "Fire!"

As the words fell, the pilot of the fighter code-named Thunderbird pressed the red launch button on the joystick.

An AIM-9 short-range air-to-air missile detached from the wing mount, with flames spurting out from the tail, and rushed straight towards the Gulfstream business jet 300 meters ahead.

Little Guzman shouted in the cabin:

"Oh NO! I don't want to die!!!"

boom!
A fireball appeared at an altitude of 24600 feet.

The Gulfstream was instantly disintegrated after being hit by an air-to-air missile, and huge amounts of fragments flew everywhere.

The two F-16s dodged sideways and flew away from the scene.

……

Two hours ago...

Manhattan, 67th floor, Tower B, Twin Towers.

Selina, who was standing by the French window in the office, turned her head to look at Irina and asked, "Was it Roy who called just now?"

"Yes, who else could it be but him?" Irina turned away from the window, walked to the desk, and picked up another encrypted phone.

Serena turned around and asked, "What happened?"

"Roy wants to see the capabilities of the organization. He wants to intercept a Gulfstream business jet." Irina said.

"Intercept a Gulfstream business jet?" Selina looked surprised, then asked, "How does he want you to intercept it?"

"He just said he didn't want the Gulfstream jet to leave the United States." Irina began to enter the number on her phone.

"What are you going to do?" Selena asked.

"Destroy it..."

As soon as the words fell, the phone in Irina's hand was connected.

Selena: “…”

Irina said into the microphone of her phone, "Please check for me the detailed information and flight plan of a Gulfstream business jet that took off from Bronx Raleigh Airport today. I want it now."

Seeing her sister hang up the phone, Selena asked in surprise: "What is he doing? Why did he intercept the Gulfstream business jet? Did he rescue Ovidi Guzman?"

Irina put the encrypted phone on the coffee table in front of the sofa, took a cigarette from the cigarette box, lit it, took a puff, and looked at Selina: "He said that the destination of the Gulfstream business jet is Mexico, so it must be because of Ovidi Guzman."

Selina rested her butt on the armrest of the sofa and said with a puzzled look on her face: "You mean he took advantage of the chaos to rescue Ovidi Guzman? Why? Is it because of the $100 million bounty? If it was because of the money, the Guzman family would definitely pay after Ovidi Guzman arrived safely in Mexico, so why would he intercept him?"

Roy's behavior confused Serena. If it was because of money, then it was obviously illogical. "Maybe... he didn't do it for money."

"What could that be?" Selena frowned slightly.

"He didn't tell me the specific reason, but no matter what it is, it doesn't matter. Since he wants to see the organization's capabilities, let him see it." Irina put the filter tip into her red lips and sucked gently.

Selina's eyelids twitched. "We helped him blow up the board of directors of Huirui, a big deal. Now he wants to destroy a private plane in the Federation... God, public opinion will explode again. Oh, by the way, speaking of the board of directors of Huirui, I wanted to ask you, how did the White House make the decision?"

Irina said: "The cabinet intends to start a war. Since Adeng has announced that he is responsible, let him be responsible. However, this matter still needs to be investigated secretly."

"When?"

"It's not certain yet, but this one thing alone is not enough. The public is now anti-war, and they need an excuse, an opportunity. The military-industrial complex is already eager to try."

"You mean... we need a bigger attack to fuel the dispatch of troops?" Selena stared at her sister.

"Yes……"

Just then, the phone rang.

Irina picked up the phone on the coffee table and pressed the answer button. A male voice came from the receiver:

"We found out that the Gulfstream business jet that took off from Larray Airport was registered in the Bahamas, with the registration number N11AF. The destination of this flight was also the Bahamas, not Mexico."

"Is this the only Gulfstream taking off from Larrey Airport today?"

"Yes, that's what the air traffic control bureau said."

"Okay, I know……"

Irina hung up the phone.

Enter a number on your phone again.

After five beeps, the call is connected:
"General Burns, I'm Irina Monica."

General Burns' voice came from the receiver:

"it's me……"

"There is a mission."

"What mission?"

"A Gulfstream business jet with registration number N11AF just took off from Bronx Raleigh Airport. The registered destination with the air traffic control bureau is the Bahamas. Shoot it down."

"What?" General Burns was a little surprised.

It's no wonder that General Burns was surprised. Shooting down a civilian business jet within the federal territory is no joke, nor is it as simple as killing two people on the street.

"General, don't worry. The organization will take care of everything for you. You don't have to worry about anything. Just do as I say."

"The National Guard was asked to go to Manhattan for support. Is this related to the $100 million bounty on Ovidi Guzman?"

"Yes, Ovidi Guzman was on that plane."

"I understand……"

After hanging up the phone, Irina quickly arranged the next matters.

To let fighter jets take off and shoot down civilian aircraft, there must be sufficient reasons and approval from many people. It is not something that can be done by a brigadier general at an air force base alone.

Irina started making calls one by one...

evening.

Presbyterian Hospital.

In a separate ward.

Roy was lying on the bed in a hospital gown.

Mia, Richard and others had just left the hospital when a woman in a milky white windbreaker knocked on the door and entered Roy's ward.

Roy said to Jonathan, "Go out for a while and help me watch outside. Don't let anyone in."

"Okay!" Jonathan stood up and walked out of the ward.

Vanessa walked to the bedside, sat on it sideways, and stared into Roy's eyes with her huge eyes. At the same time, she opened Roy's hospital gown with her hands, looked at his chest, and said:
"There is no trace at all..."

"A pistol bullet, what kind of mark can it leave?" Roy looked at Vanessa and asked, "What happened?"

Vanessa sneered: "You mean Little Guzman?"

Roy nodded: "Yes."

Vanessa shook her head helplessly: "He's dead!"

"What's going on?" Roy asked in surprise.

[Performing: Acting Skills +1]

"That Gulfstream was shot down by the Air Force..."

Hearing this, Roy's eyes widened with a look of shock: "What...what? Shot down by the Air Force? This..."

[Performing: Acting Skills +1]

"I don't quite understand. He's just the son of a drug lord. Is it necessary to send out the air force to shoot him down?" Vanessa said.

Roy thought, there will be more things you don't understand in the future.

Looking at Vanessa's face, Roy said, "My mission is to send him to the airport safely and get him on the plane. Now, my mission is completed. Shouldn't you fulfill your promise?"

Vanessa: “…”

"What? Do you want to regret it?"

Hey--

Vanessa sighed softly: "My $100 million..."

Roy: "..."

　Thanks to Zhou Leyan for the reward!
　　I've been having some writer's block lately, sorry!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)